Home for the holidays. (Easter?)

Alright, so I came home for Easter, and have been here for two days. I get no privacy because I no longer have a bedroom (thanks ma,) and boy it sucks.  I actually (out of boredom) went out with my friend the other day, his name is Jack. We had a...

What Is Love?

Love is the valley of nightmares my mind creates In the dead of the night, when I remember past lovers Jading me in the colors so dark that there is no light At the end of my tunnel sometimes, until I wake up From past memories.   ...

anti love poem

I can't write a love poem Because I have no idea what love is.  I guess it's the butterflies in my stomach,  and blinding passion that makes me weak.   But let me tell you how I feel.  I feel like crap.  The world is painted grey,...

Last Night

I went out. I went down to the river where a small group of students gathered. I was intoxicated, but someone else had more. She was falling and teetering, her friend kept insisting she was fine. I finally gave up and helped them back to their room....